Two of the women with whom he had slept on his first visit moved in and were commonly considered his wives. The compound was the village's safe haven ...here widows and women fleeing abusive relationships came. He took in orphans, runaways and unwanted children, plus many who were considered to be his or Morgan's. He wound up being the city's family court, child welfare office and daycare center. All the children of the city took to calling him Father Urgah and his compound was a happy anarchy of. ” I turned as she stood there in her bathroom robe, drying her hair. No make-up and dripping wet she looked incredible. Although I released my pent up frustration earlier, my manhood started to rise again. She came to me and squeezed my ass. “You keep this up, I might have to give you a little something”. “Yeah right, sit down and eat, tease.” “Look Chick, I like you, but you’re my student and I am recently divorced. I am not ready to get involved right now. If you can’t handle that fact, then. Idisturbed her again and again for 2-3 days and finally one day with anger inher eyes she told me to wait till 4 in the evening and she would guide me inthe extra hours. Ihad no other option and I waited till 4 that day she scolded me a lot and i hadto listen and she was still in no mood to help. I started begging her to helpor I will fail in my project. She was happy laughing and enjoying. The she toldme one that “You need to join me for my shopping today in the evening asmy driver then I may. "Sure."Away from the eyes of other police, I vanished.I walked through the walls of the bank. I had long stopped thinking of using the door when I was visible.Six people were face down on the floor in a row. Two men paced back and forth muttering to themselves. I didn't see any guns."I have to use the bathroom," a female hostage said."Shut up!" a man screamed and put his hand in his coat.The gun was a fake. I understood a bank teller couldn't risk that a gun might be real, but I was already.